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Why, of All People, Indians Should Deeply Feel the Pain of Gaza

We Indians carry the weight of a painful history - of oppression, violence, and a long, hard-fought struggle for freedom. We have not forgotten the brutalities of British colonial rule. We remember how our people, innocent men, women, and children were massacred without mercy. We remember Jallianwala Bagh, where hundreds were gunned down simply for daring to raise their voice. In the recent trailer of Kesari 2 you can see those visuals and it is heartwrenching.

We also remember the stolen resources, the famines created by greed, and attempts to break our spirit as a nation.

This is why, when I see the suffering of the people in Gaza, my heart aches in a way many may not understand. And I think every Indian should feel that. Because we, too, were once stripped of our land, our dignity, our right to live freely. We, too, were once treated as if our lives didn’t matter.

Palestinians today are being bombed in their homes, forced to flee their land, and made to live every day under fear, much like how Indians once did under colonial rule of the Britishers. This is not just a political issue. This is about humanity. This is about the pain of a mother who can’t protect her child. About a father digging through rubble with bare hands to find his child's body. This is about children growing up and surrounded by death instead of dreams. It is extremely painful to watch in front of our eyes.

How can we not feel their pain, when it mirrors our own past? How can we simply ignore it and live our happy little lives?

We have to live our life, yes but we must not stay silent. Our history demands better of us. As people who fought oppression and how we earned our freedom with the blood and sacrifice of millions, we owe it to the world, to stand with the oppressed, to speak for the voiceless, and to remember that justice is not justice unless it is for all.

Let us not forget where we came from. And let us never turn our backs on those who are still walking through the fire we once emerged from.

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it's not fair

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“He knew then that the secret for which he had sacrificed his own happiness and the happiness of another person had been trivial all along, and worthless. He and Marianne could have walked down the school corridors hand in hand, and with what consequence? Nothing, really. No one cared.”

“I would never pretend to not know you, Connell”

- Normal People (2020)

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Just shut up, you are going to write a great book one day and people will read it and love it.

Just because you are focused on one goal doesn't mean your other goals will be forever forgotten and unfinished. You're going to finish this project and then write a book. I'll make sure of that.

One day बातों से सुकून hits 50 and I’ll create a beautiful book out of it. Promise. 🤞🏼

The book would have exclusive content and more parts to the series and even extended dialogues. :))

That’s another day dream of mine.

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@agirlwithglam's GLAM MAGAZINE! | January Issue

hiii dolls! i've made a magazine 💋 welcome to the January Issue of the Glam Magazine: Barbie Edition! thought it would be fitting for the first issue to be about barbie 💗 hope you enjoy reading this & if you have any questions or requests for the next magazine, don't hesitate to ask!

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THIS...This brings a lot of memories. I was in a haunted house when I posted this.

Can you survive a haunted house?

The question is not if I would just stare at it from the woods or actually enter it, the question is if I would choose to spend the night or escape for days in a row…

I'm a haunted house,

a ghost lives in me and sometimes it doesn't.

It's dark, so much that nothing can be found easily.

It's messy! It's dusty!

Every small thing is stored carefully even when it shouldn't be!

I've always been fascinated by haunted houses and would love to stay in one. It would be cool and spooky! No one would ever visit me there. No nonsense from stupid people, only silence and chills from the ghostly energy. I can lit scented candles all around the house and play board games with them. At least the ghosts will be more predictable than the humans.

After walking through the whole place I’ll finally go upstairs to the library.

I'm reading a book in the library and one after another book falls from the shelf.

May be some of the ghosts had wishes and dreams they couldn't complete in their mortal life.

May be they are still here because sometimes people die but not their dreams.

Their wishes might have been so strong that they kept them back as souls until they are able to find peace.

May be they need some more time here before they can leave.

Souls need to heal before they can leave this world for the other.

The mortal body is dead, buried, decomposed or burnt to ashes but the soul has suffered too. Where will it go? It’s pure energy…

May be the books that fell on the floor, that's not just to scare me.

May be they are trying to communicate,

tell me the stories from decades and centuries ago.

The Myths. The Truths.

The kind of secrets and mysteries being guarded by the walls.

But haunted house shows flashbacks.

Flashbacks she gets:

You know abuse, childhood traumas, I have many flashbacks of them. But still I have love. People are so stupid to not hate a person that should be hated. Many times, almost everyone who hasn't faced anything like this says that why do people return to their abusers, well, let me answer you. Because, we love them and hate ourselves, because we trust (believe) them and not ourselves. Because we are scared of ourselves, of them and everyone around us, but we still feel the safest place is where they are. We return and we just don't know what we're giving ourselves and that we won't forgive ourselves for that. We'll regret and we'll still feel we are guilty, People who face it get them.

When I was only nine, I saw the first murder. A murder in front of my eyes. And, who killed him was the one who was supposed to take care of him. I was six(class 1) when I saw dead body, mysteries, tears, when I heard screams, cries of people who'll never laugh again, screams of people who lost their loved ones, and I saw some really silent people who'll never laugh again.

These flashbacks can take a toll on us, make us feel everything all over again. They can drain us mentally and physically. Run again and again inside our heads. We stop loving ourselves, make wrong decisions and stop caring about everything else.

We enter the worst phase of our life and the darkness drags us in to the depths.

Heart is a haunted house.

And I'm neither a human nor a ghost.

I'm not a mix up of angel and devil in one soul as poets say, I don't know what I am, but I know what I'm not! I'm not a ghost. I'm not dead spirit. I'm not a dead body, I'm not a person who still stayed alive because he wished to fulfil his dream. I'm not a ghost.

And if you are able to see beyond me, you'll keep finding flashbacks!!!

But before you even step in it, let me tell you again,

I'm not a human nor a ghost, I'm a haunted house.

Full of darkness, mysteries, stories and shadows.

Every love story ended with death in me.

Everyone died, in the end.

But all along, there's something about the haunted house.

I'll tell you stories, if you want to keep listening to me and I'll tell you what happened when you weren't around.

I'll make you hear the screams, and if you don't find them scary,

then know that I'm trying to communicate with you.

My heart guards mysteries that are scary even for me, but they won't haunt you if I cry.

I'll laugh and you'll get scared with the loud sound.

They say, heart is a rebel that's why ribs are cages, but haunted house says heart is a wall that guards things that should be guarded and it guards even those that shouldn't be.

You know it's a MUSEUM.

The heart is a museum of stories and expectations!

Heart is the place where books we read become the parts of our lives, they're no more just books. Heart has lived them even if they didn't happen to us,

you will ask how?

It's a haunted house babe!

Excerpts from an Avis-Ajooba conversation. ✨

For the source material: Post 1 Post 2

Read the tale of turbulent waters.

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I choose myself, everyday.

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When I say "connect with nature" I don't just mean the aesthetic forests with deer and beautiful flowers.

I mean the weeds growing through concrete, the fungus that grows on the rotten shed, the nettles that always seem to return and the scary, spindly cellar spider in the corner of the bathroom.

Nature is not always pretty or magical - the pigeons and seagulls you swat at are nature too, the wasps and flies that hover by your meals are animals too, store-bought strawberries and the leaves that fall from your neighbour's tree are not all that different from the Giant Sequoias and it's seeds.

If you want to connect and understand nature, I mean *really* connect to it, in it's entirety, you have to seek out and learn about the ugly, scary and mundane things as well. You don't have to like it, just don't forget that it's there.

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The Witch and the Moon

— by majara__

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